So on Friday I wore a pretty blue and white dress into work. The zipper was finicky so I did it up and pulled it over my head like a slip. The design was super tight around the bust, flaring out over the hips to the knees. It was so tight arond the chest that I had to lift the girls up one at a time by the over the shoulder boulder holder strap. I felt kind of like a woman wearing a corset; every time I breathed I could feel them strain to escape (I was wearing a covering cartigan thingy)

Anywho, I got home and realized...I couldn't get out of it. I couldn't undo the zipper in the back, and it was so tight around the boobs/shoulders slipping out of it took like ten minutes. I was bent over, ass in the air, shoulders over my head, desperately trying to wriggle out of the damn thing and trying not to have a panic attack! I almost considered cutting it off, if it wasn't so pretty.

I was like...why did you not consider the exit criteria when you could had to work to get it ON!? UGH!!!!

So on Friday I wore a pretty blue and white dress into work. The zipper was finicky so I did it up and pulled it over my head like a slip. The design was super tight around the bust, flaring out over the hips to the knees. It was so tight arond the chest that I had to lift the girls up one at a time by the over the shoulder boulder holder strap. I felt kind of like a woman wearing a corset; every time I breathed I could feel them strain to escape (I was wearing a covering cartigan thingy)

Anywho, I got home and realized...I couldn't get out of it. I couldn't undo the zipper in the back, and it was so tight around the boobs/shoulders slipping out of it took like ten minutes. I was bent over, ass in the air, shoulders over my head, desperately trying to wriggle out of the damn thing and trying not to have a panic attack! I almost considered cutting it off, if it wasn't so pretty.

I was like...why did you not consider the exit criteria when you could had to work to get it ON!? UGH!!!!

Getting suck in dresses is the worst. Something about the feeling of being trapped in fabric triggers deep instinctual terror. And the panicked flailing just makes you more stuck because now you're sweaty.

When on the third and last trip of the weekend to Home Depot for supplies for the patio we were re-building, wife and I were intending to pick up four 8”x8” stones to replace two of our broken 8” x 16” ones, as the 8”x16” are not available anymore. Turns out that the 8”x8” aren’t available anymore either, so we agreed we’d use 4”x8” bricks….and picked up only four bricks, not the eight we’d need. So until we can endure another trip out to Home Depot, we are still using one of the broken blocks. In our defense, by this point we were exhausted from a couple of days of way more manual labour than we are accustomed to, and we were rushing as it was starting to rain….but it was still a definite ‘derp!’

__________________Criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure.

Tad.. that is just the dress... if you happen to have spanks on while all this is happening, that is a whole other hell...lol

Spanx clearly are terrifying, I think anyone could see that! (although, from an FA point of view, seeing your plump partner squeeze their squishy areas in or out of a pair would be pretty cool, if it wasn't for the feeling sorry that they were fighting with a torture device)

__________________Criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure.

So on Friday I wore a pretty blue and white dress into work. The zipper was finicky so I did it up and pulled it over my head like a slip. The design was super tight around the bust, flaring out over the hips to the knees. It was so tight arond the chest that I had to lift the girls up one at a time by the over the shoulder boulder holder strap. I felt kind of like a woman wearing a corset; every time I breathed I could feel them strain to escape (I was wearing a covering cartigan thingy)

Anywho, I got home and realized...I couldn't get out of it. I couldn't undo the zipper in the back, and it was so tight around the boobs/shoulders slipping out of it took like ten minutes. I was bent over, ass in the air, shoulders over my head, desperately trying to wriggle out of the damn thing and trying not to have a panic attack! I almost considered cutting it off, if it wasn't so pretty.

I was like...why did you not consider the exit criteria when you could had to work to get it ON!? UGH!!!!

Oh God - I can totally relate to your situation! Down to having to fit in the 'girls' one by one .....

My worst experience of this type was attending an orthodox baptism (they take their time...) in Greece one baking hot July late afternoon. Put on very pretty, fitted tight turquoise dress with lining (the latter a major mistake) and a long, finicky and pretty delicate plastic back zipper.

In the church it was hotter than in a sauna, you could see the sweat pouring off the guests. At home, when I tried to take off the dress - I couldn't. The plastic zipper had melted from the heat, the zipper teeth had amalgamated into each other and could no longer be opened. Had to get someone to pull it off over my head..... and get a new zipper sewn in!

Ouch Surly! I hope you are ok! On the weekend I laid on the lounger part of our sectional sideways (because to this day I tend to sprawl across furniture like a child) and totally misjudged how much room I had so I literally fell right onto the ground.

My dogs were like "MOMMY DOWN! MOMMY DOWN! VERIFICATION OF INJURY IS NEEDED, GO GO GO!" and I had two highly concerned puppies in my face. The ten month old is a clutz, so he helpfully stepped on my arm and bonked me in the eye with his nose while the older one lay across my torso like "I will keep you warm until help arrives!"

I think the funniest part was that after ascertaining I wasn't hurt (I couldn't stop laughing) my guy just carried on with the conversation like it was (I guess it is?) normal for me to fall over mid convo and be molested by my dogs.

I do tend to fall and trip a fair bit. During our agility I was literally just standing still then simply fell over - I literally don't know how except to blame a lack of caffeine.

That moment when you spell a word in Word, figuring it will auto correct or assist you with the word. (I just can't remember some words)

circumphrance.

and it's like ...sorry chicka, I have no idea what you meant.

circumphrence.

???

circumferance

Ooooohhh you mean circumference!!!!

...Yeah. Thanks, jerk.

When I used to work in Bethesda, MD, autocorrect always tried to replace "Bethesda" with "Beheads." Gee, thanks.

Just came back from visiting the home of an acquaintance for the first time; but before I made it to her house I went to the door of another house with the same house number on a different street. The man who answered the door was beyond nice; he even apologized that I had to get out in the rain before realizing my mistake (like my stupidity was his fault somehow? ) and pointed me in the right direction. This sort of thing is why I love my town!

Happened a week ago, not today but... Walking onto stairs I brushed against the wrought iron banister which just happened to go right into the belt loop on my pants. Got jerked to an abrupt halt by it then had a rather hard time getting un-snagged because the end had this tight curley Q that was easy to go over one way but I had to work out of the curl to go over the other way. I'm standing there pulling on my pants and wiggling my hips up and down to try and get unhooked. Luckily no one walked up during this performance.

I was walking with purpose (meaning striding firmly and quickly). I reached forward and pressed on the bar of the door to open it to go through...and apparently didn't fully depress it, because a fraction of a second later I slammed face first into the closed door.

In full view of the cafeteria (about 150 people)

I had to turn around, jerk my thumb towards the door, roll my eyes at myself, then give the thumbs up to the people who were half AHAHAHA / half omg is she ok?? before scurrying away.

Here is a "derp" "doh" moment. I normally shake my bottled juices/iced tea before I drink them. Well a few days ago, apparently I had already done this and opened the drink and recapped it. Only I forgot to tighten the lid so it was just placed on the bottle. I being absent minded, followed my routine of shaking the bottle before drinking and managed to spill half of the bottle in my lap at work! Thankfully I keep extra clothes at work due to long (20 plus) hours during certain times of the year. I was able to shower and change, but.. yeah.. I was feeling all day long.

Here was mine today. I was eating lunch at my desk, reading an article on the computer. This morning, in a rush, I'd thrown left over 'Israeli couscous' (basically small pasta balls) and a sausage together into a plastic bowl with a lid. After I'd eaten the majority of the couscous I figured I should be able to cut into the sausage with my spoon, so attempted to do so without really paying attention to what I was doing. The sausage was tougher than I thought, so spun away, sweeping across the bowl, launching the remaining couscous all over my desk, computer, and the floor around me.

Five minutes later I'd finished picking up all the little bits and wiping the slight greasiness off of everything (well, except the carpet).

Next time I'll get up and get a knife and fork!

__________________Criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure.

I seem to be contributing to this thread alot. Apparently i am an airhead!

So i am an avid enough cooker/baker that i have a lot of cooking supplies. They are on open shelving. I grabbed my ice cream maker bowl and looked into it, realized it was dusty - and get this - blew into it to clear the dust before i washed it.

I have no idea what i thought was going to happen, but the result was a cloud of dust in my face. Now my eyes are all itchy. Geh.

But i am going to make smores ice cream cake for my cyberpunk game tomorrow... Its just a pre battle wound!!

I seem to be contributing to this thread alot. Apparently i am an airhead!

So i am an avid enough cooker/baker that i have a lot of cooking supplies. They are on open shelving. I grabbed my ice cream maker bowl and looked into it, realized it was dusty - and get this - blew into it to clear the dust before i washed it.

I have no idea what i thought was going to happen, but the result was a cloud of dust in my face. Now my eyes are all itchy. Geh.

But i am going to make smores ice cream cake for my cyberpunk game tomorrow... Its just a pre battle wound!!

Nothing says punk like smores ice cream. Is this some LARP or RP thing?

Anyway, last thursday night as I went to get into bed, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it might be a spider or dirt or something in my hair, I reached out to grab it and found it... stuck to my hair. Closer inspection revealed it was a price sticker from the Lighthouse charity shop, declaring me to be worth £1.50.

Even better? That was the charity shop I went into just before my interview that day. I went through an interview inadvertately labelled myself as £1.50.